Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.